Francie Lynch

Watch Over Her - Poem by Francie Lynch

O, Mammy if you'd met herShe'd take your breath away; There's peace in her demeanor, At sleep or at play.There's affection in her movements, And more than I can say.Her eyes are lighthouse beacons, Her skin is sculpted clay; Her hands grab at my heartWith vice-like claws of love; Oh, MammyPlease watch over herAs you watched over us.